Magick Specialist
Moisture clung to the cave’s stone walls, illuminated by the glow of green bioluminescent mushrooms scattered in uneven clusters across several rocks.
Darth Mortyra stood near the edge of the pool. Her damp hair hung loosely around her shoulders, darker in places where the water had yet to dry. It was rare to see her like this, without it tied back.
She had redressed, though she was still not fond of how the red Nightsister attire looked on her. The pool lay nearly still once more, disturbed only by the slow, steady drip of water from the cave ceiling, leaving her reflection clear and crisp. It did not please her, but not enough to warrant comment.
"Well then, what's next?" Mortyra asked.
Her gaze slid to the side, settling on Sashina. A trace of curiosity threaded her voice, though her expression remained composed and cold, her features set in that same distant, unreadable calm.
She waited.
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